Chapter 1788: Trampling

The fierce battle in the Southern Sea Royal City ceased, as overwhelming draconic might pressed down on every trembling heart. They looked up at the sky, at the grayish-white dragon body and ancient draconic power... It belonged to only one race, a dragon race that, by all understanding, should not exist in this space.

“Primal... Chaos... Dragons!?” Qianye Bingzhu and Qianye Wugu whispered in unison.

As unparalleled experts at the Divine Master level, they had all, at some point, challenged the depths of the Primal Chaos Realm. However, even upon reaching the peak Divine Master realm, very few dared to provoke the Primal Chaos Dragons. This was because they were the supreme overlords of another world, an ancient race so remote that their origins were beyond the grasp of current inhabitants.

Yet, this ancient dragon race, separated by worlds, which should only inhabit and dominate the Primal Chaos Realm, now appeared in the skies above the Southern Sea Divine Realm, bringing with them a hundred Divine Master-level draconic auras.

In the horrifying silence, the space held open by the Heaven Wold Divine Sword still hadn't vanished. At that moment, a grayish-white dragon claw suddenly extended, instantly scattering the dark clouds. A hundred Divine Master dragon shadows simultaneously descended, their heads bowing low, as if welcoming an emperor.

Qianye Ying'er's eyes suddenly narrowed: “Could it be...”

Boom! A hum... The space burst open like a balloon under immense pressure. The alternate dimension created by the Heaven Wold Divine Sword instantly vanished. In its place appeared a towering dragon shadow, proudly overlooking the sky and surveying the earth.

Its enormous grayish-white dragon body seemed to cover the entire world beneath its wings. Its dragon eyes radiated divine light more soul-searing than the scorching sun. Anyone who gazed upon it, standing beneath its draconic might, would, without hesitation, recognize that supreme name from another world, even if they had only ever heard of its existence and never seen it with their own eyes.

“Primal Chaos... Dragon Emperor...” Nangui Zhong whispered, looking up in disbelief.

“What’s going on... What is this...” Nan Wansheng gasped, repeatedly wondering if what he saw was merely an illusion born from his extremely chaotic qi, blood, and mind.

The Primal Chaos Dragons... and even the Primal Chaos Dragon Emperor, had appeared here! The Primal Chaos Dragons were an ancient dragon race that had existed in the Primal Chaos Realm since time immemorial, widely known as the rulers of Primal Chaos. They had never left the Primal Chaos Realm, and by all accounts, they should never leave it. Furthermore... if the Primal Chaos Dragons truly left the Primal Chaos Realm and entered the Divine Realm, even the lowest-ranking Primal Chaos Dragon would be immediately detected by the Divine Realm due to its unique ancient dragon aura.

Yet, a hundred Divine Master-level dragons, led by the Primal Chaos Dragon Emperor, who commanded the entire Primal Chaos Dragon race, had appeared out of thin air, without any aura, traces, or warning. Even if the entire Dragon God race, including the Dragon Monarch, had appeared before them, it would not have been a fraction as shocking as this moment.

The dragon multitude parted, and the figure of the Primal Chaos Dragon Emperor, imbued with vast imperial might, slowly descended. Under countless astonished gazes, it paused beneath the girl in colorful robes, allowing her slender, delicate toes to rest upon its head, which had once proudly overlooked all worlds.

A Star God girl and the Primal Chaos Dragon Emperor... This scene shattered the understanding of all the Divine Emperors present.

The Heaven Wold Divine Sword slowly lowered, a thick layer of dark aura coiling around its blade, releasing dark devilish energy that should not belong to a Heaven Wold Star God. The sword tip tilted, pointing directly at the Southern Sea. Her tender lips, like pearls covered in powder, parted slightly, uttering the Southern Sea's darkest nightmare: “Annihilate!”

At that command, the Primal Chaos Dragons, who had never been in dispute with the Divine Realm, abruptly surged towards the Southern Sea Royal City, which was already engulfed in disaster. Their ancient claws, which had been detached from worldly strife since time immemorial, unreservedly unleashed the ancient power of destruction and calamity. What did a hundred Divine Master-level dragons signify? At the Divine Master realm, one could rule in a High-rank Star Realm and serve as the foundation of a King Realm. Even a powerful entity like the Southern Sea Divine Realm, at its peak, had never had more than a hundred Divine Masters.

As the strongest race in the Primal Chaos Realm, this group of barrier-breaking Primal Chaos Dragons alone was enough to overwhelm the Southern Sea Royal City... And that was not even considering Yun Che's group, nor the fact that the Southern Sea had already suffered heavy damage from the Nether God Cannon.

As the dragon shadows descended like the heavens, Nangui Zhong and Nan Wansheng, who had been fighting with all their might just moments before, instantly perceived utter despair.

The power of destruction descended from the sky, instantly tearing millions of fissures in the space above the Southern Sea Royal City, bringing forth countless destructive vortices, each more terrifying than the last. At this moment, all Southern Sea profound practitioners clearly felt that this was a power the current Southern Sea could not possibly withstand... Not in the slightest!

Roar—Beneath the dragon's roar, the heavens trembled. From the Nether Gods to the profound practitioners sworn to defend to the death, the fighting spirit and morale of the Southern Sea were shattered almost instantly, their minds plummeting directly into an abyss of endless darkness.

“...This is truly interesting.” Qianye Ying'er murmured, a hint of distraction in her voice, as she looked at Caizhi, who stood atop the Primal Chaos Dragon Emperor.

Nangui Zhong's face twitched. His gaze did not drop; with a hundred Primal Chaos Dragons, he could imagine the terrible calamity befalling the Southern Sea Royal City below. He fixed his eyes on the Primal Chaos Dragon Emperor, suppressing his aura as he growled:

“Primal Chaos Dragon Emperor, my Southern Sea... has no grievances with your ancient dragon race, and even our sect's ancient texts warn against provoking the Primal Chaos Dragons when exploring the Primal Chaos Realm. Why today... have you invaded my Southern Sea!”

Nangui Zhong's voice was deep and boundless, each word echoing like a celestial bell. However, anyone could sense the anger and sorrow he desperately tried to conceal within it.

The Primal Chaos Dragon Emperor's response was a sudden descending grayish-white dragon claw. In terms of individual strength, the Primal Chaos Dragon Emperor might not match Long Bai, who possessed the Dragon God's bloodline, but its ancient imperial might was in no way inferior. The moment the dragon claw descended, a region spanning thousands of miles became a vacuum, and all living beings were seized with terror.

Although Nangui Zhong had never fought the Primal Chaos Dragon Emperor, the instant their draconic might collided, he knew with absolute certainty that its power was no less than that of the Scarlet Extinction Dragon God, the head of the Dragon God Realm's Nine Dragon Gods.

Before the full force of the dragon's might arrived, light suddenly vanished. The girl who had been atop the dragon's head plummeted straight down, her delicate and frail figure, so ethereal it inspired pity, unleashing astonishing dark devilish energy. The Heaven Wold Divine Sword, a weapon etched in memory yet now completely different from its remembrance, let out a wolf's howl that seemed both joyful and resentful, striking directly at Nangui Zhong's celestial spirit.

Everything today was surreal; before one nightmare had faded, another followed immediately. Nangui Zhong raised his hands to the sky, his eyes bulging as if to burst, a scorching golden halo spreading around him as he braced against the combined might of the Primal Chaos Dragon Emperor and the Devil-ized Heaven Wold. And then, Qianye Wugu and Qianye Bingzhu, who in all memory and understanding would never deign to collaborate with others, also made their move. In his dazed eyes, their two sets of aged hands swept towards his chest.

Boom! Crack!No one doubted that the former Southern Sea Emperor's strength was at the pinnacle of their era, but facing the Primal Chaos Dragon Emperor, the Devil-ized Heaven Wold, and the two Brahma Ancestors... this was a force that even two of him could not possibly withstand head-on. The golden halo rapidly contracted, shattering in an instant. As Qianye Wugu and Qianye Bingzhu's power struck, Nangui Zhong's chest violently caved in, countless bones shattering, and then his vision went black...

The Heaven Wold Divine Sword, laden with dark devilish energy, heavily struck his celestial spirit.

Buzz—For an incredibly brief moment, he glimpsed the girl's eyes... icy to the soul, and then his world of consciousness disintegrated, transforming into chaotic, scattering paleness and darkness.

His entire body, like a lifeless block of wood, shot downwards. With a tremendous crash that sounded like the sky itself collapsing, Nangui Zhong's body split the earth, plummeting deep into the ground below.

“Father King!!” Nan Wansheng's eyes were bloodshot, and his roar had barely left his lips before it turned into a guttural growl of rage and hatred, for the ghostly claw, like a maggot on bone, had already lunged straight for his skull.

“Little brat, take care of yourself first, kekeke!!” Yan San cackled wildly, his mind already twisted for hundreds of thousands of years, thoroughly enjoying the sadistic pleasure... especially when tormenting the once-unrivalled Southern Sea Divine Emperor.

“Ahhhhhh!!” Nan Wansheng was furious to the point of madness, but severely wounded and with his aura in chaos, he was close to losing his mind and unable to fend for himself. Around him, in the vast Southern Sea, in the royal city where he had stood proudly for ten thousand years, there was no one to help him.

“Kekeke, as expected of Master, to have such a profound hidden move. Southern Sea brats, cry out in the darkness to your heart's content, hahaha!” Yan Er laughed maniacally, his already hideous face becoming even more savage and twisted. Opposite him, the four Nether Gods, already at a disadvantage, had completely lost the will to fight back as their minds collapsed, their hearts gradually filled with only fear, despair, and... the urge to flee.

Fleeing—this was a will that had never, and should never, appear in a Nether God. But soon, they realized with even greater despair that with the arrival of the Primal Chaos Dragons and the Yama Devils, even escape had become an almost impossible luxury.

When Caizhi and the Primal Chaos Dragons appeared, Yan Tianxiao had initially been startled, his nerves taut to the point of snapping. But his shock quickly turned into ecstatic joy, which then transformed into endless reverence and fanaticism. The Devil Master had already performed countless world-shaking miracles, yet still held such an astonishing trump card! The Devil Master was truly an ancient demon god reborn; his methods and schemes were like an endless source of demonic power, unfathomable... utterly unfathomable! It was laughable that he had once foolishly dared to contend with the Devil Master; it was the height of stupidity.

In his myriad reverence and excitement, Yan Tianxiao's voice grew louder: “Yama Devil disciples, under the Devil Master's command, the so-called Southern Sea is nothing but a bunch of chickens and dogs! Kill them to your heart's content! Let this filthy Southern Sea land become barren, as the Devil Master wishes!” As Yan Tianxiao roared, the Southern Sea Royal City had already transformed into a sea of blood shrouded in darkness... He even suddenly realized that he, as the Yama Emperor, didn't need to make a move at all.

Before arriving in the Southern Divine Region, Yan Tianxiao had been partly excited, partly nervous and apprehensive. This was because the Southern Sea was the foremost King Realm of the Southern Divine Region; even when he was an emperor in the Northern Divine Region, the mere mention of “Southern Sea” would bring an invisible, suffocating pressure. Now, he stood above the Southern Sea Royal City, watching it crumble and shatter. The remaining four Nether Gods were being cruelly tortured by Yan Er alone. The Southern Sea Divine Emperor, who had once looked down on the world, was having dark holes punched into his Divine Emperor body by Yan San, one after another. Nangui Zhong, who had reappeared only briefly, was battered to a state where even his own mother wouldn't recognize him, had she been alive.

The Southern Sea elders at the Divine Master realm, and the countless Southern Sea powerhouses who had rushed forward at the risk of their lives, were annihilated in swathes by the combined might of Qianye Ying'er, Gu Zhu, and the Primal Chaos Dragons, unable even to approach.

Not far away, three more Southern Region Divine Emperors trembled uncontrollably. Yan Tianxiao's finger bones contracted, a slight pain blurring his vision... All of this was actually real; his Northern Divine Region was unreservedly trampling the Southern Sea Divine Realm!

He looked at Yun Che, his gaze filled with reverence, as if before a deity. Yun Che's calm and indifferent face suggested that everything was under his control... but what Yan Tianxiao didn't know was that Yun Che was currently utterly bewildered.

Caizhi...That red light...Could it be...

“Kekeke, die!” Yan Er shrieked ferociously, and as he spread his five fingers, a giant ghostly claw seized a Nether God who had been preparing to flee with all his might, clamping down tightly on his throat.

Black energy surged from the Nether God's entire body, his eyes turned white, then suddenly golden, and his essence blood burned wildly in despair. With a tragic roar, his blood qi exploded, and with his throat bones half-shattered, he forcibly broke free from Yan Er's grasp.

However, before he could even draw a breath, a spear shadow, twisting with dark spatial ripples, pierced him from behind, directly impaling his body. Following this, the Yama Devil power that erupted within him transformed into countless dark torrents, surging unrestrainedly through his Nether God body, which no longer had any power to resist.

“Young Master... flee...” With his last vestiges of consciousness, he barely managed to utter three words before his breath ceased.

The spear shadow swept past, casting aside the fallen Nether God, revealing Yan Wu's figure. “Old Ancestor,” Yan Wu said to Yan Er, “stop toying with the enemy. Finish them off quickly to fulfill the Devil Master's wish.” As she finished speaking, Yan Wu's spear had already thrust towards Nan Qianqiu, whose face was utterly devoid of color.

Yan Er was about to retort, astonished that this young girl, Yan Wu, dared to lecture him, her ancestor, when he suddenly saw the direction of Yan Wu's demonic spear. He instantly trembled all over and shrieked, “Master wants that brat alive!”

Yan Wu's aura paused slightly, but the spear, imbued with Yama Devil dark energy, still thrust directly at Nan Qianqiu. Another Level Ten Divine Master... Nan Qianqiu's face was completely drained of color, every part of his body trembling violently and uncontrollably. How many Level Ten Divine Masters did Yun Che actually have under his command!?

The Northern Divine Region, which had been suppressed by the three divine regions for millions of years, not daring to show its head, why did it have so many monsters!? This was completely different from what Father King had said, and utterly unlike the Northern Divine Region described in records!

Nan Qianqiu had already lost nearly half his life from Yan Er's assault, and with his will crumbling, he could barely raise his hand against Yan Wu's power before being run through by her spear. The other two Nether Gods were also heavily wounded. Watching Nan Qianqiu impaled by the spear, their lips parted, wanting to rush forward and save him, but their bodies were overwhelmed by a heavy sense of powerlessness.

The demonic energy entered his body, instantly severing countless meridians within Nan Qianqiu, who was then flung far away by Yan Wu's spear, flying towards Yan Yi. “Father King... save... me...”

Yan Yi reached out, his five fingers like eagle talons gripping Nan Qianqiu's head. Overpowering Yama Devil energy surged through his entire body, sealing off all his power. Nan Qianqiu's body stiffened, then slumped limply, hanging in Yan Yi's hand like a dead man. Aside from an occasional gasp, his body remained completely still.

Yan Yi remained motionless, holding Nan Qianqiu. With him standing beside Yun Che, no one dared to approach even half a step.

“Qian... Qiu!” Nan Wansheng roared with a trembling voice, but distracted, he was impaled through the chest by Yan San's claw, his internal organs ruptured once more, and his body nearly drained of blood.

“Are you two still planning to intervene?” Cang Shitian asked, eyeing Emperor Xuanyuan and Emperor Ziwei. His face was barely calm, but his gaze flickered with confusion.

Emperor Xuanyuan and Emperor Ziwei's hands trembled uncontrollably, sweat pouring down their foreheads. “Primal Chaos Dragons... how could this be...” Emperor Xuanyuan muttered repeatedly.

“If you still wish to aid the Southern Sea, I will certainly not stop you. For instance, you could try to retrieve their Young Master from that old monster's grasp. I'm sure the Southern Sea Divine Realm and its future Southern Sea Emperor will deeply remember your great kindness... if they manage to survive today, heh heh heh.”

Cang Shitian chuckled softly, then suddenly soared into the air, charging straight towards Nan Wansheng. Nan Wansheng was drenched in blood, his body disfigured by the consuming Yama Devil power. In his desperation, he suddenly sensed Cang Shitian's approach, and his chaotic mind cleared slightly. He shrieked, “Help me... ngh!”

The power from Cang Shitian did not sever Yan San's hold, but instead heavily struck Nan Wansheng's back, then burst forth from his chest, tearing open a large spray of blood and bone fragments.

“...” Nan Wansheng slowly turned his head, his fading vision reflecting Cang Shitian's smiling face... a smile utterly devoid of guilt, instead bearing an undisguised hint of pleasure.

“In this world,” Cang Shitian said with a smile, “nothing is more important than making a wise choice. I believe you, Southern Sea Divine Emperor, understand that better than anyone, don't you?”